tary letters from men of literary note poured in upon him; among others, one full of generous encouragement from Washington Irving, dearly prized and carefully treasured to the day of Foster's death. Similar missives reached him from across the seas-from stran. gers and from travellers in lands far remote; and he learned that, while "O Susanna," was the familiar song of the cottager of the Clyde," Uncle Ned" was known to the dweller in tents among the Pyramids. Of his sentimental songs, "Maggie by my Side," "Jennie OLD DOG TRAY. Moderato. with the Light-brown Hair," "Willie, we have missed you," "Come where my love lies dreaming," and others, are among the leading favorites. The verses to most of these airs were all of his own composition. Indeed, he could seldom satisfy himself in his "settings" of the stanzas of others. The last three years of his life he passed in New York. During all that time his efforts, with perhaps one exception, were limited to the production of songs of a pensive character. He died after a brief illness, January 13th, 1864. His STEPHEN C. FOSTER. way, He's gen-tle, he is kind; I'll nev- er, nev- er find A better friend than old dog Tray. remains reached Pittsburg a few days later, and were conveyed to Trinity Church, where, on the day following, in the presence of a large assembly, appropriate and impressive ceremonies took place, the choral services being sustained by a company of his former friends and associates. His body was then carried to the Allegheny Cemetery, and, to the music of "Old Folks at Home," finally committed to the grave. Mr. Foster was below medium height, and of slight, well-proportioned frame. His shoulders were marked by a slight droop the result of a habit of walking with his eyes upon the ground a pace or two in advance of his feet. He nearly always when he went out, which was not often, walked alone. Arrived at the street-crossings, he would frequently pause, raise himself, cast a glance at the surroundings, and if he saw an acquaintance nod to him in token of recognition, and then, relapsing into the old posture, resume his way. For his study he selected a room in the topmost story of his house, farthest removed from the street, and was careful to have the |